But what could I do? Concerning this, I thought long and carefully, but could fix my mind on no definite plan save to wrench the iron clamp from my couch, and apply it to what I thought a weak spot in my window. The result of this was doubtful, and could not be attempted until late at night when the family had gone to bed. I therefore waited several hours, and then, after listening carefully, I commenced my work.
A minute later I stopped suddenly, for I heard footsteps outside. Then the door opened, and Benet Killigrew entered.
CHAPTER IX. BENET KILLIGREW AS A WRESTLER.
On entering my prison, he closed the door and locked it. Then, putting the key in his pocket, he placed the candle he had brought on a shelf, and faced me.
"I like you, Roger Trevanion," he said. "You are a man after my own heart."
I shrugged my shoulders, showing no surprise at his presence, but wondering what was in his mind. "Why?" I asked.
"Because you are a man. It did my soul good to see you beard Otho, and struggle with those fellows. By my faith, I fair itched to help you!"
I could see he had something in his mind. If I kept my head cool, and my ears open, I might discover something of importance. I remembered, too, the look he had given his brother as he spoke of his feelings towards Mistress Nancy Molesworth, and drew my conclusions accordingly.